Please Don't Go (The Midnight Strike, #1)

by E. Salvador

“You can’t miss someone you don’t know,” I angrily snap. “Then let me know you,” he counters determinedly. “I want to know you.”

“Your favorite color is yellow, but you don’t like neon yellow.” Aside from the slight twitch of her brow, I see nothing. “That doesn’t mean anything,” she hollowly whispers. “That means everything,” I say, filling that empty space.

I can’t point out one singular thing that stands out because there isn’t just one—it’s her whole. She is light, a blinding color that’s hard to ignore. Like a lighthouse guiding you home.

I truly don’t but that changes today because my favorite shade is whatever Josie wears. And today happens to be a combination of all the green hues on her bikini top.

“¿Estás seguro?” “Contigo, siempre.”

“Por favor dímelo. Nomás una vez. Hago lo que tú quieras.”

“Use me. Distract me. I don’t care what you do but use me.”